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I'm here at this stupid fucking party Playing a song no one likes Pretending to be drunk so i can pass out and have to not talk to anyone And i'll be up early say i gotta get home After i almost walked last night but got stopped by your phone Your dad tried to call, make sure everything was alright I texted him back just to fill in your lies Pacing the cold empty hallway kicking old cans of beer It's the next morning and i'm driving home sober Might just have to fake a hangover And i've driven down these old roads years and years before never knowing where they'd lead me Passing by the old soccer fields that trace my steps into bushes full of secrets Only for one day to have me forget And where the first boy who pretended to care about me Opening the car door at the old pizza factory only seventeen Pulling in the driveway now Questioning why i even went to that stupid fucking party